Blowjobs weren’t sexy for me.
Until now.
Not until Daddy.
He pushed down his pants and freed his cock to my view. My mouth watered and I found myself incapable of words as I imagined my lips opening and the taste of him mixing with my own arousal on my tongue.
I fidgeted a little, finding myself a bit anxious as it occurred to me just how big his cock was. My mouth was small, and he was so massive.
Would he make me take him all the way down my throat?
My toes curled and my core danced with nervous butterflies. Hesitatingly, I lifted my eyes to meet his and he smiled down at me. Carefully, he glided his fingers down my chin and grazed his thumb across my lower lip. Gradually, his touch grew a bit rougher.
“Open your mouth for Daddy, little girl. Show him that you’re his good little girl,” he murmured and without much thought, I did as he asked.
This wasn’t forced. This was something that I wanted to do. He’d made me come very hard several times and I felt myself yearning to return the favor.
I told myself that it was just sex. Two people coming together. That’s all.
I knew that was a lie.
I leaned forward and reached for him, gliding my fingers along the velvet skin of his cock, sliding them up and down as he groaned in appreciation. Carefully, I guided his cock in between my lips, just taking in the head at first before I grew gradually bolder and took even more.
I could count on one hand the number of times I’d taken a cock in my mouth. I wasn’t experienced by any means, yet I still wanted to make sure I pleased him in the end.
I wanted to do a good enough job so that he would enjoy himself and come in my mouth.
I’d never done that before.
But I wanted to swallow for Daddy.
I don’t know why I wanted that. At that moment, I decided that it didn’t much matter.
I pressed my lips around his thick girth and bobbed forward, taking him just a bit deeper than before. I worked the head and the upper portion of his cock with my tongue, slowing down to lick all the way up and down his shaft. I flicked the tip of my tongue along the ridge that surrounded the head of his cock and I was rewarded with a groan that made my pussy clench down hard. I could taste the salty bitterness of his arousal and I found myself wanting more of it.
As more time passed, I could take him deeper into my mouth. I worked at my own pace, edging forward bit by bit, swirling my tongue around his length and trying my very best to give him everything he was looking for.
The hand that had grazed my lower lip slowly worked its way into the hair at the back of my head. His fingers dug into my scalp and I moaned around his cock, enjoying the massage. Then he grasped the hair at the base of my scalp and fisted it hard enough to cause of flash of hot agony to blossom across the back of my head. I gasped with shock and he thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, taking advantage of my momentary loss of control. He had allowed me that temporary moment of mercy before he decided that I’d had enough.
I gagged as his length pressed further into my mouth than I was prepared for. He pushed a little deeper and just held it there for a few long seconds as I rushed to gather myself.
He forced his cock in and out of my mouth, gradually increasing the tempo of his thrusts the longer he used it. I whimpered around his length. His movements became more vigorous, and my cheeks started to hurt as I tried to suckle him. My lips and tongue soon grew sore too, but he showed no signs of slowing down.
I had always thought that a blowjob was more in the woman’s hands rather than the man’s. Daddy was showing me how wrong that line of thinking was. He was showing me just how much I wasn’t in control right now with every last inch of his cock.
I cried around him, looking up at him in open desperation, but he only thrust harder.
“Daddy wants to see you thank him with enthusiasm, little girl, or he’s going to paddle your bare bottom and then make you try again,” he warned.
I shuddered hard and squeezed my fingers around my knees. My pussy was wet and so were my thighs. Why did it turn me on to be used like this?
“Put your fingers on that needy little clit. I want to hear you come with my cock inside this pretty little mouth,” he murmured, and I keened around his length. The sound of my cry was strangled and shamefully muted, forcing a blush to my cheeks that I had no hope of stopping and even less hope of hiding.
Tentatively, I reached between my thighs. When my fingertips slid across the rampant arousal I found there, I shivered with an almost horrified realization of what was really happening.
He was using me roughly, as if I was his own personal sex toy and that was turning me on in a way that was far stronger than I could have ever anticipated. I whimpered as I circled my clit, terrified that I could feel another orgasm brewing just beyond reach.
He’d made me come so many times in such a short time span, and still, I knew that I could come again.